As she watched the car disappear in sight, Lily frowned and went into the house.
At Darby Seaview Mansion.
Jackson woke up in the bedroom. Confused, he opened his eyes with a hangover. He could not remember how much he actually drank at his wedding. But he seemed content. After running a two-year love marathon with Rebecca, they finally got married, and what further pleased him was that even Darryl, whom he had not met for years, showed up at his wedding. With that, a warm smile appeared on his face, as he stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
"Rebecca?"
He called out in the living hall, with no response, he felt something bad was about to happen.
He saw the door of the guest room was opened and rushed over swiftly. When he was by the door, he felt a s if he was struck by lightning; a shiver trembled over his body vigorously, as he saw something he would never forget for the rest of his life.
His newlywed bride, lying on the bed.
"Ah!"
Jackson roared with anger, his eyes turned bloodshot
red instantly. Despicable! This was the most despicable moment any man could ever imagine.
"No matter who you're, I swear to god, I'll kill you." Jackson tightened his fists, his nails dug deep in his flesh. Like a madman, he looked around for evidence. Unfortunately, he bought the mansion recently and had not yet installed cameras. 2
He looked around, with no luck, he returned to the room. As he was helping Rebecca to put back her clothes, she woke.
"Darling," she hugged Jackson, seeing him.
"You're finally up," Jackson forced a smile, answered her warmly.
"Uhum," she answered, as she felt a strange feeling in her body, she scowled gently, "You naughty —" she did not finish her sentence due to her embarrassment.
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